"you look like you'd be a lot of fun."

what the hell was that supposed to mean?

the cashier at the cafeteria grocery store in the basement just ripped off the school on my behalf because apparently i seem "pretty." i'm not used to things like that, and i'm not happy right now about it. it was rice milk, and it's amazing tasting, and over two week's worth, for not enough, but. he wouldn't let me not let him. hrm. but. and i had to go. but. ahrm. but.

i'm a boyish girl, remember? don't you remember that?

this day's been too strange, in terms of interactions with other bipedal creatures.